Drinking where the riverbed is dry
Charlie and I walked our post-cancer walks
Down this narrow stretch of green in the city
For a full decade. We aged together
But not like malt, we blended into each other,
Man and Dog. He recognized the smells, me the sights,
And his life was shorter than mine. That afflicted me like
A sentence. Very few minutes pass
Without me thinking of that. He connected me to the
Pack, little knowing...
Sunday 9th April 2023 11:13 pm
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